August 14, 2013
Dear San Francisco: I miss you. The slightest reminder of you sends me into a trance, in a matter of seconds I am surrounded by fog and my nose feels like it's about to fall off because of too much cold. But it's a good feeling. I like the memories I have of you, especially my long walks through Market and Haight Streets. The train ride to and from Alameda, the anticipation of stepping on your streets, then walking home to Pacific Avenue -- being on the other side of the bay, knowing you are just less than an hour away.